When I was first admitted to McLeod, I had been having a rough couple of days, put in the simplest form. To make matters worse, my closest family member was almost two hours away with no reliable car readily available to her, so food, hygiene products and just peace of mind were out of the question, pretty much. My nurse, Miranda, made sure my needs were accommodated and then some, which made me feel like somebody. Not only was this a nice gesture, but the humble and selfless way she did a good deed speaks volumes about her character. Sometimes somebody as considerate and charismatic as my nurse can lift your spirits in the most unfortunate situations and give you hope without boasting or making you feel like a charity case.